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 Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 8:46 am
 A vast sea of sand greats you. East, North, West, South, there is sand. There was no water, and only little food. And yet, the sands were not empty.
Far to the north of the desert, a stone, almost a Mini-Mountain, jagged out of the ground, reaching high into the sky. And at it's base, a large, tall opening. The entrance to the den. Inside, lions of different, yet still similar apperences. All growing quite skinny, yet still strong and harsh in personality, though all, not reckless. The 'Outlanders' of sorts, however,.. these lions were not bannished to their home, yet came by choice, shunning other prides from their mind.
Welcome to the Desert Sea
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 9:03 am
o.1Respect EVERYONE in the Pride: Both Lions AND Owners!
o.2Please don't take actions said/done in the Roleplay personaly [Within reason]. Just because Bob doesn't like two lions don't like eachother, doesn't mean that the owners don't like eachother.
o.3If you're having a problem with someone in the Pride, Please PM ME about it, no one else.
o.4Don't just randomly pick fights with other lions... Keep all fights within reason, and not just... "Oh, I'm going to go kill some lion! -attacks nearest lion-" No, you'll be automaticly kicked out of the pride, and made as if you were never even here, no matter your lion's rank.
o.5My word is Law. What I say in this pride, Goes. What Jaharaa says, goes. Etc.
o.6God! no Bitching! No complaining, ranting, etc, about anyone or anything in here! No emoing around if your lion doesn't get noticed right away, blah blah.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 9:07 am
Annoucments 5//20//07::Jaharaa, Yamir, and Jahanara left the Eastern sector, setting out on their own.
5//20//07:: (Later) New Pride is created in the Northern Desert.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 9:40 am
The very nothern section of the Outlands marks Jaharaa's home, nearest to the Savannah, though still too far from water.
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In the lands, the most noticable Landmark [And most likely Only Landmark], is the den. It is what appears to be a small mountain, positioned perfectly on the southen edge of Desert Ocean. It quite large, and highly noticable, and, if you were paying attention, could be seen from quite a good distance away, perhaps seen even in the Oasis,.. Perhaps.
The inside of the large Den, is quite confusing, at first. As you walk in, the area is narrow and thin, that perhaps only two full grown males could walk though side by side. Jagged rocks jut out in places, so Cubs, truely anyone, must be care. The area is apparently a tunnel, that literaly leads you around the whole perimeter of the Den, while, in the process, also leading slightly under ground, about six feet. Finaly, in the back end of the den, on the southern wall, there is yet another opening which you may go through, to enter the main cave.
The inside of the den, is quite huge, and you could most likely fit about 7 large Pick-up trucks in there, along with probably two or three little cars. There are platforms in places, and fallen Stalacites, making sharp, jagged, sword-like statues in the ground in places. Some of the platforms seemed to lead around the room in a circle, and at one point, leading up to another hole in the wall, which lead to another part of the Den.
The area that part of the den led into, was a much smaller room, About 1/6th of the size of the main room,... but it was the Royal's room, where Jaharaa and her children slept soundlessly.
There is one last room to be spoken of. In the eastern section of the main 'room' of the Den, there is one more opening, which, to a full grown lion, would mean nothing. But to a cub, it ment much fun. In the back of the extremely small room, there is another hole, only small enough for a kitten or a cub. If they could squeeze through the hole, they'd reach a room, just slightly bigger than the royal's room. The cub's playroom, and also, hide away, durring rough times.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 10:01 am
*Note: If the rank is Bolded, that means that the Rank is already Taken/Full. If it is Italicied, that means that there is a limited number of slots left for that rank. Quote: King: Makes most decisions in the pride. Will fight for the pride, and has the right to do anything he wishes.
-------Though not Jaharaa's mate, Yamir is her son, and will work as the King of the Pride in her absence, though she is his superior.
Queen: Also makes decisions, and leads the pride in the king's absence. Will lead the hunt or take care of kits/cubs if necessary.
-------[Jaharaa]
Advisor: Advises the king and queen in their decisions. Gives insight and valued opinions on important matters.
Den Mother: They are in charge of all of the kittens and cubs, and all of the den sisters. They care for the young ones, and are well-taught in the way of herbs. They also teach all of the den sisters. There is usually only one of them, and it is always a female.
Den Sister: They help with the kittens and with healing the wounds of others. There are often many of them in a pride.
-------[5 den sisters]
Den Brother: Few of these exist in the pride, since having too many adult males around may result in a power struggle. Many times the lion will take a vow before becoming a Den Brother, promising never to challenge the King for his lands to ensure his loyalty. They help around the cave and protect the females.
-------[3 den brothers]
Hunt Mistress: She is in charge of hunts and trains the Hunt Sisters. There may be more than one of these in a pride, depending on the number of females in the pride.
Hunt Sister: They go on hunts, many or few of them, depending their age and how many others are in the pride. There are usually at least two in a pride, depending on the number of lions in the pride.
--------[4 Hunt sisters]
Shaman: To heal the sick or wounded lions in the pride, normaly with different herbs.
--------[2 Shamans]
Cub: All lions at the age of cub.
-------* If you give your lion the rank of a Cub when they join the pride, PLEASE Also add a rank for when they reach their Teen stage. This will make things much easier. If you do not provide an extra rank, your lion will be 'Unranked' when grown.
Kitten: All lions at the age of kitten.
-------* See Cub
Unranked: They have no specific rank with-in the pride, and help when needed. Most teenagers will fall under this category, and almost all adult males will as well.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 10:06 am
To join, please send me, Marinity, the fallowing form. Once you are O.K.ed, you will be free to post your lion coming into the area, and meeting Jaharaa. Form ((An Image of your Lion Please))
Name: Name here
Gender: Gender here
Relations: Relations Here
Rank: See Ranking List
Mate: Mate's name here
Skills: Skills here
History: History here
Personality: Personality here _____________________________ Queen
Name: Jaharaa
Gender: Female
Relations: Yamir [Son], Jahanara [Daughter], Sheitani [Daughter]
Rank: Queen
Mate: Though she is technecly still mated to Nuka, she does not love him too much right now.
Skills: Hunting, running, and being on her own. She is very strong, and is quite the huntress, and is usually the one to bring home the meal.
History: See Journal
Personality: Again, See Journal. King Prospect
Name: Yamir
Gender: Male
Relations: Jaharaa [Mother], Jahanara [Sister], Sheitani [Sister]
Rank: King [Prospect]
Mate: None
Skills:
History: See Journal
Personality: Again, See Journal. Princess
Name: Jahanara
Gender: Female
Relations: Yamir [Brother], Jaharaa [Mother], Sheitani [Sister]
Rank: Princess
Mate: None
Skills:
History: See Journal
Personality: Again, See Journal. Shaman
Name: Kione
Gender: Female
Relations: Deceased
Rank: Shaman
Mate: None
Skills: Mediocre hunter, nobody really taught her how. She's silent, however, great at acting out stories since she doesn't speak. She has a knack of knowing what's going on or going to happen, so a bit of a seer. Also is a bit of a joker and likes to make others smile.
History: Journal
Personality: Kione is a mute by choice, so it's hard for her to relate to lions. However, she is quite kind and slightly motherly, offering advice when she can and able to. She's a little quirky and strange and her antics aren't really known. Being used to the mountains, she can overheat quickly in the desert, but doesn't seem to mind the scorching sands or frostbitten cold nights. Kione is also one that someone can just talk to forever, and she'll never get tired of it. Truely a crying shoulder so to speak.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 10:08 am
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 10:10 am
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 4:58 pm
"So, mother... these are the lands you call home..."
Jahanara's voice rolled over the sand as she started stalking around the perimeter of the Den. It was big. Really big. About three times the size of their old den,.. and that had already been pretty big.
Jaharaa grinned slightly, baring her fangs. She loved it here. Simply, loved it. "Yes, M'dear. This, is where I was born. This is the place I was banished from. It was once full of Lions and Hyena alike." she said, stepping up to the stone wall, lifting herself onto her hind legs, and resting her forepaws against the cold, stone wall. Yamir looked around. "Looks pretty abanden now, if you ask me." He murmured. Jaharaa looked at her winged son. "Yes, well it's been a good while, Yamir, since I've been here." "So you're that old, Hmm?" "Yamir!" "No. I may be getting older, but I am not a grey-furred, scrawny weakling, now am I?" Jaharaa's words came out in a hiss. Yamir just shook his head with a slight smirk.
Jahanara,.. loosing interest in the small arguement between her mother and brother, padded into the den's entrance, and going around the tunnel. "How big is this freaking tunnel?!" She yelled, then regretted it. Her voice echoed... quite loudly, ringing back in her ears. She scrunched up for a moment, before shaking her head with a soft grumble, continueing on, taking the corners with ease, passing the small, but sharp stalacites with the same ease.
Jaharaa started to jump up some of the rocks while her son flew up calmly, wanting to get a sky view of the den. He noted the opening in the center, which probably called for light, and, when the time came, a good entrance for rain.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 4:39 pm
The ocelot lioness padded across the desert quite tiredly. Every now and then she would stumble against the sands. Fatigue clouded her mind with every step. The nights were unbearble as well, but she had to go on. She had been chased from her mountain home by those that killed off her pride. Flicking her ears, she heard voices. Would they lend to her aid?
Too weak to speak, she used her mind. She sent images toward the lion that was closest to her. She sent landmarks of her location and where she was laying in the sand. Growing weaker, the mind pictures began to fade, but still was there like a small beacon of hope. The shaman closed her eyes waiting in vaine hope that help would come.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 2:16 pm
Jaharaa raised an eyebrow. A lioness's picture formed in her mind, a lioness she had never seen in her life. She turned, body slouched alittle, back arched down slightly, her body looking alittle crooked. She started away from the den, ignoring the stare from her nearby son.
"Where are you going, mother?" he asked, watching her.
Jaharaa shook her head. "Watch the densite. I'll be right back." She continued on, and it took her about ten minutes, for the spotted lioness, to come into view. She padded over cooly, looking at her. She was till breathing. Jaharaa pawed her roughly, before grunting. The lioness was out cold,... yet alive. And she had some sort of power looming around her. The lioness snort slightly. She pressed her paws onto the hard ground, the area this close to the den made more of cracked stone than loose sand. Jaharaa slid her paws beneith the lioness carefully, then lifted her up alittle with one paw. She slid her head underneith as well, then pushed up, sliding the lioness onto her back.
She made her way back to the den, the spotted lioness on her back. In the den, she dropped her in a cool area by some water, ignoring the annoying questions from her children about the odd new lioness.
Jaharaa wasn't sure WHY she took the ocelot-like lioness... she just felt that she'd.. come in handy, somehow. Later on, atleast.
[Tiny mini time skip... perhaps, alittle less than a weel. 5 days or so.]
Jahanara and Yamir had wandered off, making their way into the other Pride Lands, in hopes of getting themselves some food.... better food, atleast. That, and water. Now, they returned... or... Jahanara did.
"Where's your brother?" Jaharaa looked her clothed daughter over for a moment, as she padded into the den. "Neh.. Out there... He's... got someone he wants you to meet..." She almost hissed out the words. She didn't like Akane.. wasn't sure why. Probably cause she was friends with her brother, and her brother, --as far as Jahanara was concerned--, was an a**.
Jaharaa eyed her daughter for a moment, before nodding, glancing back at Kione, leaving her there, or letting her fallow if she wished. She fallowed her daughter through the winding tunnel of the large den, stepping out into the heat of mid-afternoon... usually that time of day, she'd stay cool, inside the den.
Yamir stood, looking fairly loose on his feet, his wings puffed slightly. He'd just landed, obviously. From flying, of course. He curled his wings up, them flattening perfectly against his sides. "Mother,... this is Akane,... Akane; My mother." Yamir nodded at the other's name as he said it, quite calmly, actually.
Jaharaa narrowed her eyes at the dark lioness for a moment, looking her over. An odd apperence,.. yet, she accepted it. "It's Jaharaa." she corrected with a soft grin, watching her son for a moment. She got a slight smirk in return.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 2:28 pm
Her crimson scaled paws touched the hot sand as she landed beside Yimar, she glanced around, bright violet eyes scanning everything, it was a beautiful place, for being dry and almost barren.
As the other lioness came forward, Akane bowed her head in respect, her amethyst colored horns gleamed in the sun like freshly polished jewels, her scales shimmered like rubies. She lifted her head, "Its a pleasure Jaharaa, your son speaks highly of you." She sent a glance to his sister though, she was a bit..touched it seemed. " I like your home, to hot for most but, I like the heat..keeps me going."
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 2:36 pm
"So, you'll be staying here then? Is that the case?" Jaharaa quirked a brow.
Yamir stepped up. "For a time... as a visitor... For now, atleast." He looked back at Akane with a grin. He stressed For now, in his words.
Jaharaa smirked alittle. "Alright... If my son wants you to stay... you're obviously good enough to stay here for awhile... come..." Obvious now where Yamir got most of his additude and slight bossiness from. Obviously not from his father. Jaharaa stepped back into the entrance, annoyed daughter tailing close behind.
Yamir watched them, before motioning to Akane. "Ladies first." He grinned. Had to do it.. wasn't sure why.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 11:20 am
Kione kept to the den entrance. After Jaharaa had found her, she had been kind enough to let her stay. Kione owned the Queen her life and had pledged her services to this pride. Since she wasn't good at hunting, Kione would often tell the Queen's children of good hunting spots to try out. She would also tell if the weather were to be bearable or unbearable heat, good for hunting, bad weather, etc. Being the shaman, they seemed to ask her about the future as well.
That part...Kione wasn't too good with. But she was trying! Sighing gently, she flopped down at the den entrance feeling like she wasn't much use. And because she was a "mute" so to speak, she wasn't very sociable. But she tried...oh how she tried! Atleast the Queen was benevolent to let her stay...
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 12:50 pm
(( Sorry Rini, but I'm pulling Kione out. I want to actually RP her and there's nothing much going on here. Again, I'm sorry. ))
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